With the Witchers settled and drinking, Dayla backed off slightly. She didn't go too far, she wouldn't miss a chance to serve them after they had tipped her well, but she wasn't going to be looking over their shoulders the entire time either. Instead she started humming softly to herself as she moved through the tavern, cleaning the few tables that had been used, Dayla kept herself busy. Some days she hated the busy work. It was boring and tiring and she would rather talk with customers or go for walk, but she could only leave when Alyse was around to keep an eye on things, and right now Alyse was outback. A few more minutes, if she wasn't back in in a few minutes Dayla would go out there. Part of her was hoping Alyse wasn't back in that time. A small part of her looked for the adventure she had in her past. Being a tavern maid was boring in comparison. Of course she didn't wish anything bad to happen to Alyse. No she just wanted to get out and feel that adrenaline again for a little bit. Glancing to the back door, Dayla walked behind the counter, running her hand across the handle of her blade as she passed where it was kept under the desk, sighing. A few more minutes and she might just have to finally draw on it again.